CheekyKitty

You all sit there, interesting, watching to see my next move. You're all just like the rest of them. You sit in your chairs, staring at me, waiting for me to give in and tell you everything. You're so eager to know what's going to happen. You watch, you wait, for me to slip up and run. Run away and hide. Fulfill all of your wishes. You want it to happen, so you sit there, waiting, staring, pressuring me. Yet you want it to all stop, for me to just get over it. Sure, with all of her treatments, she should be fine, you say. Her life's so perfect. She's just doing it all for attention. Honestly, would you keep trying to end it all, for attentio